Monday, January 09, 2006

Last night I dreamt of an endless well by my feetand I was at a podium like a preacherwith a book in my hand. People cameto ask me questions, permission to dive.I kept waiting for the water, growing impatient because the general populous did not know what to ask, so I waitedtold myself, if you were there, if you joined the line, this whole tired business of hearing the wrong thing, bitterin my ear would be over.Even when I awoke, checked the clock three times I kept waiting for your voice to ask me something so I could sleep. Then I began to wonder if the whole mirage was somehow tied to your existence. You were goneand my body, the conductorpicking up a sound wave like a metal rod in the middle of the desert began to shake.